A manifesto for the post-pandemic reemergence of ‘Old New York’
Why care so much for someone who hasn’t done the same for you? As a feminist offering to the project of abolition, Saidiya Hartman reflects, “Care is the antidote to violence.”
Where did you abandon the snowflake on which I wrote my secrets?
One day the woman wakes up and she can’t say exactly what it is that’s changed, only that she knows it all has.
A girl labelled comfort / wartime ammunition / recalled her father who built / her home on / a graveyard
In honoring ordinary people and gestures, Chang reminds us of things taken for granted, of cramped train rides and eavesdropped conversations, the sounds and smells of cityscapes and markets.
Five essays in a new collection from A World Without Cages show us the creative work of movement building.
A visual and typographical essay on prison doulas’ community-care in the face of violence from carceral systems.
In Part One of a discussion on South Asian diasporic organizing in the movement for abolition, Mon M. shares three areas of critical work, storytelling, and action to undertake in solidarity with Black and Dalit liberation struggles.
We’re closing out this year with our favorite graphic novels, chapbooks, fan fiction, poetry collections, and novels published in 2020.
I might do something dangerous in that state of mind.
I think of the warmth that had once existed under the covers in the narrow space between my parents.
how much time / does the wind give us? / do we still run? / who sends the wind? / does it carry the bombs? / or do they come after?
The white Liang mansion was melting viscously into the white mist, leaving only the greenish gleam of the lamplight shining through square after square of the green windowpanes, like ice cubes in peppermint schnapps.
I gazed into the gimmick, and the gimmick gazed back.
They thought me the oddity, though they were the ones depriving themselves of air. I watched them with the same curiosity that they watched me. How? And why?
In Part Two of a discussion on South Asian diasporic organizing in the movement for abolition, Mon M. and Sharmin Hossain reflect on their histories and positionalities as South Asian abolitionists.
i want to banish the shame/ write it in a book to be banned,/ take the banal, grow a banana/ tree of new knowing
I miss my home. Although I’ve never seen where it is, I close my eyes and picture every detail it contains.
When my mother and I were hopeless, buckling under the weight of our unanswered prayers, she taught me that laughter can be a way of creating our own mercy.
Why care so much for someone who hasn’t done the same for you? As a feminist offering to the project of abolition, Saidiya Hartman reflects, “Care is the antidote to violence.”
Where did you abandon the snowflake on which I wrote my secrets?
I think of the warmth that had once existed under the covers in the narrow space between my parents.
One day the woman wakes up and she can’t say exactly what it is that’s changed, only that she knows it all has.
how much time / does the wind give us? / do we still run? / who sends the wind? / does it carry the bombs? / or do they come after?
A girl labelled comfort / wartime ammunition / recalled her father who built / her home on / a graveyard
The white Liang mansion was melting viscously into the white mist, leaving only the greenish gleam of the lamplight shining through square after square of the green windowpanes, like ice cubes in peppermint schnapps.
In honoring ordinary people and gestures, Chang reminds us of things taken for granted, of cramped train rides and eavesdropped conversations, the sounds and smells of cityscapes and markets.
I gazed into the gimmick, and the gimmick gazed back.
Five essays in a new collection from A World Without Cages show us the creative work of movement building.
They thought me the oddity, though they were the ones depriving themselves of air. I watched them with the same curiosity that they watched me. How? And why?
A visual and typographical essay on prison doulas’ community-care in the face of violence from carceral systems.
In Part Two of a discussion on South Asian diasporic organizing in the movement for abolition, Mon M. and Sharmin Hossain reflect on their histories and positionalities as South Asian abolitionists.
In Part One of a discussion on South Asian diasporic organizing in the movement for abolition, Mon M. shares three areas of critical work, storytelling, and action to undertake in solidarity with Black and Dalit liberation struggles.
i want to banish the shame/ write it in a book to be banned,/ take the banal, grow a banana/ tree of new knowing
We’re closing out this year with our favorite graphic novels, chapbooks, fan fiction, poetry collections, and novels published in 2020.
I miss my home. Although I’ve never seen where it is, I close my eyes and picture every detail it contains.
I might do something dangerous in that state of mind.
When my mother and I were hopeless, buckling under the weight of our unanswered prayers, she taught me that laughter can be a way of creating our own mercy.